dir/old_school/rant: G e t t i n g   l o s t   t o   f i n d   y o u r   w a y . . .

Twenty two hours of sleep and the words do not come easy.  I always feel revitalized when I read in public.  Earlier in the week I made my way to Athens, Ga.  to do my second reading for Stagger Press and the Red Lucite Kitchen.  It was quite enjoyable and I will talk about it later. I am only awake because some part of me says to write... wants me to speak of KungFu

This site is my my alter ego, but is it the cape wearing or bespectacled guise.  Over the last few months, KungFu has moved on at a radical pace, often times moving quicker then even I could afford to build her and manifest what her realizations are. This in some respects is disturbing. The art is brighter, the contributions are more colorful, most of my work has gone into building this opportunity, so often times I feel like my output is less and my workload is larger.

I'm not always sure what the goal is, occasionally I feel like I am I writing a map to my life, while wandering through uncharted regions. So I'm beginning to think that my goal is no longer to show the way to anything, maybe it has become to show you the road to getting lost…

I wrote these words, under the pretense of a relationship- a few years ago, which was another branch in which I hung my cocoon and waited for my rebirth

I swore that when
I tasted happiness
my life could end
One more go around
Then take me away
To what other
worlds await me
just one moment
of happiness and
i'd leave quietly
but no more
I am still here
I want more then a minute
I've been dead long enough
I want to live on
I want to keep feeling this
The heavens can wait
I will live

And now I breath in color and think in shades of grey and the heavens-much less Hell can wait. I know this now, life seems too short and all together too long, with decision after decision waiting to block your way.

I do not know the way and sometimes question if I really want to find it. I sometimes think about death, but I do not dwell on it anymore, more I question whether I will finish the work I began so late in life. And often times when I speak and give advice, people lament that I am too vague or riddling in my manner. I have recently been called a "Know it all/Bullshit Shaman." What I have seen and what I share is free to all, it might be bullshit, but I don't charge admission to my world or my ways.

Over the next six months KungFu will strive harder to blur the line between art and words, the individual and the creative unconscious. When astride cocaine and imagination, Gibson created the concept of cyberspace as a world without limits and bounds. We are without limits, we are without bound. We are the new charge of the light brigade and it is only different that in this futility of attemptive creativity, we are the ones to make reply, we are the ones to reason why. Do and die.